“I’m probably the most proud of “Mrs. Potato Head,” because I had that idea in my head for so long, and I tried writing that song one time and I just couldn’t tell the story the way I wanted to, and I couldn’t figure it out.”

I think honestly when I was younger I use to love going to carnivals in Long Island. I use to love carnival season; I would drive to every town going to carnivals. That was definitely a favorite memory.

I definitely love horror movies and all that for sure.

”God” is the Glue between us all.

It is aurora borealis when your eyes are shut. It is beyond what our language can convey or comprehend.

Just like a flower, we blossom and transform with the proper sunlight, a balanced amount of water, enough fresh air and when we are firmly planted in the ground.

Indulging in the pleasures of creation.

On the show [the Voice] I obviously wasn’t allowed [singing my own original music], because it’s not that type of show. I think it’s really cool that I get to do my own thing now.

Time traveling through roots to birth healing fruit.

Even if the song meant a lot to me, I would still probably perform it live.

You are the seashell planting your existence on the shore catching the attention of many even if they aren’t picking you up, but just merely walking by.

My favorite performance would definitely be “Toxic,” which was my blind audition song. It was the start of it all and it was a song I had been covering before the show, so it was very dear to my heart.

Is it easier to pretend we are as perfect as the stars above?

My love language is chocolate.

Had to retrieve the key to my heart, Let these roses represent how it all fell apart.

There are a lot of people who go their whole lives without truly knowing what love is, or ever experiencing that.

Tangled in transformation.

There is no prescribed route to follow to arrive at a new idea. You have to make the intuitive leap.

Absorb ideas from every source.

Sometimes ideas just come to me. Other times I have to sweat and almost bleed to make ideas come. It’s a mysterious process, but I hope I never find out exactly how it works.

I had no idea that history was being made. I was just tired of giving up.

A writer of fiction lives in fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.

Ideas are the beginning of all achievement.

Virtually no idea is too ridiculous to be accepted, even by very intelligent and highly educated people, if it provides a way for them to feel special and important. Some confuse that feeling with idealism.

A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules.